#sobs and falls to my knees. i have sm stuff to do no time to play..

[kenmaiii]

heard from a friend my lil blue-haired cash loving freak came back.... im not caught up with the story tho.... will i really have to revisit the game atp 🚶🏿‍♀️

[plutopitou]

The phantom

synopsis: reader has ability/quirk to travel to a state of limbo where the deceased reside. Mention of death, sad angst, like actually

Song: Let the light in - Lana Del Rey

I was crying like a baby writing this which has never happened to me before, still loved it sm

His once calloused hand brushes past the crown of your head pushing back loose strays, focusing on the perfect structure of your features. He wanted a better look at just how beautiful you’ve gotten.

You grasp his large palm in yours, dragging to hold his wrist softly, “I missed you a lot recently..”

You felt the heat of his gaze scatter around your face, exhaling deeply from his nose; you knew he was deep in thought, it made your throat swell in sorrow. “You know what I said last time.” His voice was edging close to stern.

Your gaze narrows down at the polished floor, “Well I don’t know, I guess I couldn’t help myself this time.” Whispered from your lips.

Everything in the home was just as it was the last time you were here. The books along the shelf were untouched, the curtains the same color with the same creases, the counter dust-free- everything still remained dust-free.

“I haven’t been thinking straight lately. Himori’s been trying to force me out the house to do stuff like go for walks, cafe’s, see a movie..”

“Well it sounds like fun, y’know she’s just trying her hardest. The best you can do is try to enjoy it, sweetheart.” He assured softly.

Why did it feel like life was taunting you.

It was quiet.

Outside were birds singing its famous song, banding with the cicadas and wisps of the wind blowing past the limp branches of the weeped willow trees. It was picture perfect, the shade of blue sky with no rain in sight- just floating, pillowed clouds slow dancing around the air above you with no end in sight.

His aura near you felt warm and present.

Hot tears brimmed your lower lashes, your chest felt tight with a suffering ache trying to crawl its way out your stomach, stuck in your throat.

“I can’t enjoy it.” Your voice failed, words trembling out as your eyes meet his. “And you fucking know that.” You forced out in a choked sob.

His soul just didn’t know what to do.

He watches as what looked like months of built up resentment towards him sets free in this state of limbo he continues to wander in. You shouldn’t be back, yet he couldn’t blame you, either.

Your head fell low in your lap, shaking with grief and all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and say everything between you two was going to be alright.

He knew all you wanted to hear him say was he was not going anywhere.

But it wasn’t true.

He wanted you out of this phantom tale you weren’t supposed to be in and live your own life the way it was meant to be.

Both your attention turns to the rumbling in the far distance. The weather outside becomes grayer, the fluffy clouds swell in darkness, the trees swaying trying to brace itself for the incoming storm.

He faces you, his warm embrace wrapping around you like a childhood blanket.

It felt like time paused in a place there was no time. Your tears were swiped away by his thumb, palms grasping your cheeks in a desire no one could take away.

“I lived my life just to see you happy, you know that right?” He asks with attentiveness. You quickly nod holding back more tears. Your faces were a mere inch apart. Your eyes fluttered shut and felt yourself give and lean closer to him.

But he holds you still.

He grasps your palm holding it on your beating heart.

You both knew your presence was a disruption here. But fate is not something to be discriminatory, it was also cruel. And the emptiness you both felt knew that first hand.

“Don’t live your life for me anymore.” Your heart burns, letting your head fall on his shoulder to soak his shirt. “You can’t let this hold back from the life you should have. Nothing can take away what I remember, sweetheart. And you’re not someone I can forget.” He whispers.

The distraught in his voice was telling. He was holding it together by a thread, yet still he knew if he gave into what he wanted most, you’d continue to suffer in a rewritten timeline.

“I can’t forget you either.”

The sky grew darker.

Selfishly, he leaned to kiss your tear away, lips lingering on the side of your cheek like a phantom.

“Please. Don’t come back.” He murmured.

Your hand was left empty. The heat of his hold still lingering as you watch him walk out the door.

Your feet followed without telling them to, racing out the door behind him. The surroundings phased as you found yourself outside on the balcony of your shared apartment.

The wind chill blows past your hair as you walk back inside. Your framed photo together still lays on the desk, a thin layer of dust resting patiently. It’s only a memory.

You wipe it away and set it down, dust-free.

Wiping the last stray tear yourself, you walk out to find Himori.

BNHA: Keigo, Bakugou, Aizawa

JJK: Geto, Gojo,

Part 2 prequel possible with a poll on which character i should base it on for a stronger plotline, stay tuned :/

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[muffindaddystyles]

22! angst to fluff pls love ur works <333

THANK YOU SM EVERYONE FOR REQUESTING HOPE YA'LL LIKE IT LOVE YAA !!!!!!

Harry hates one thing, most. That’s silence. Still, Y/N gave him a silent treatment knowing how much it drives him insane. It pinches him in throat in the most sickening way and makes him vicious about their fights more.

She has her reason too. Anyone would have a right to be mad if their boyfriend will be seen going to bars with models and cherry on top it turns out be his ex.

In his defence it was a PR stunt to keep the quietude about his dating life since Y/N and Harry’s relationship is private for Y/N's sake.

“You could’ve atleast told me, tha' you were going with her?” Was all she said. Confusion and insecurities and the images of her glued all over him mocked her in the most brutal way before she was distancing herself away from him.

He did anything in his will to bring her back to him, apologised and tried to shower her in kisses, making her brekkie and staying at home but she kept on pushing him away.

The problem wasn’t him. It was her. She blamed herself. He’s been nothing but so gentle with her and she’s towing him away like a used tissue.

Harry knew Y/N anxiety was always at bay and he didn’t want to worsen it by going public but it was biting him in arse as questions upon questions were thrown at him for past three years.

It's Saturday morning and she appears from the guest room after ages, the sight for sore eyes.

Harry’s eyes that were staring the tiled wall of kitchen flitters towards her and his gaze turns soft when he sees her drowned into one of his lilac sweater (she missed him so much and felt awfully hollow and cold sleeping in the bed that doesn’t smell like him at all; so she did what could comfort her best).

She looks so small and frail as if the demons of the lone bedroom swallowed her whole.

Heavy eyebags digging away the glimmer in her eyes, her cheekbones prominent and the pinkness of her eyes visible telling how much she’s been crying.

He turns expressionless on purpose when she meets his gaze and isn’t what she wanted? Some space to figure her thoughts out – but that polite gesture turned into a silent treatment from Harry’s side this time.

She knows that he’s more of a meanie in this game than her because he’s the one that never let things bottle up, his eyes gives away everything but right now they’re just murk of anger.

“Can we talk?” Her voice dim from crying for days and Harry elevates his shoulders carelessly, wrinkles on his forehead and his frown deep as he shrugs, “Dunno. Realized t’pick y'puppet back, your eminence?” His taunt hits her right in chest and she blinks the moisture in her eyes away looking down at her fingers fumbling with the frays of the hem.

He’s cloaked with sadness and dejection from her misbehaviour.

He’s the most petty when she’s the reason of his agony.

“I hate how much I care about, you.” He spats. Knuckles turning white from his grip around the marble counter and Y/N listens —— because good, she should now she’s out of her own bubble.

“How much I’ve told y'that no-one ‘n damn nothin’ could come between us —-" His tone dripping with malevolence and bitterness it tears Y/N up.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Harry!!” She almost shouts. Shaky fingers contemplating to rip at her hair and her tears now shines at her cheeks, Harry elicits a flak taunting chuckle.

“See you’ve never trusted our love. Can y'fo’ once get outta y’head?” His own eyes glossy and his cheeks flushing rosy from the impact.

“You don’t want to bear what comes with lovin' me, don’t want me to cover up tha’ fo' you and you couldn’t spend a single day without doubting us,” He licks the salt away from his lips and his heart pauses a slow beat when Y/N's lips wobbles -- incoherent blabbers slipping past her swollen lips.

“What d'ya want then!?” The loud snap of his abrasive voice hitches her breath and she sobs out sorrowfully, “I just want you.” He sighs in defeat. Not really pondering over the severity and nuance of his words before speaking.

“Falling in love with you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” That was the last blow for Y/N. She gasps out a cry. Pupils bursting wide and her insides falls sick as the itching goosebumps pin-prickles at her skin.

Everything gets struck for a moment. Harry’s expression matches her as he realizes what damage he has caused and to confirm it a blaring thunder roars through the sky.

Y/N gulps the achy feeling in her throat and just nods silently retreating back through the steps that led her to him and he’s rushing behind her in fret only to get the door to be slammed on his face.

He curses himself. Hitting his forehead into the door frame, that was the lowest and most cheapest fucking insult you could’ve managed to throw her way you dick.

“Y/N. I’m —-...fuck.” He knows that a sorry will be too humiliating for the hurt he has caused her.

While, Y/N sits on the floor at the most corner of the room with her knees bunched up to her chest. His hurtful words rings in her skull and she stuffs her face into her elbow sobbing into it watching the bear Harry won for her in a carnival with doleful blurry vision.

Through his whole life the only decision he regrets is loving me – out of every stupid thing he thinks our love is the most stupidest, what if it's the end? How I'll live without him? It’s impossible.

Forgetting hurts the more than grieving and she’d never be able to do that.

Her toes numbs to tingles and she feels herself drowning somewhere into pitch darkness, her heart lurching ruefully at each knock Harry taps on the door and her stomach burns with acidy sting lungs knotting tight making her gasp for oxygen.

Her panic attack crawling up her body in beasty blood curling gashes and she attempts to shout a plead for Harry but white dots appears at the back of her eyelids tripping her into mountain of floor pillows.

It knocks the vase out and it shatters beside her head, “Y/N! Baby!” Harry pounds at the door and when doesn’t hear a response from her side he’s kicking it open harshly.

The lock unhinges as he rushes inside worrisome and his world shatters when he sees his lovie struggling for a breather, her petite body trembling and shaking with each gasp that bolts her throat more and she nearly begs for him to do something.

He’s falling beside her on the floor and embracing her pliant figure in his gentle hold, “’S okay. ‘S okay.” He croaks out wiping his own tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

He rubs her tummy in soothing circles then trails his clammy palm up her chest and maintains an eye contact with her panicked ones. Her breath shudders when she tries to calm it back and her nails digs into his skin in doing so.

“Doing s'good f'me darling, yeah —-..yeah.” He bobs his head vigorously and assuring-ly stroking his thumb against her soaky cheek tenderly in pacifying motions.

Her breath lulls slowly back into a pattern and she jerks a little while inhaling a nourishing puff, “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.” He whispers speckling a tiny kiss to her forehead.

He pushes her up with a firm hand on her hip and into his lap murmuring sweet dottings into her ear, “Squeeze me hand if you could hear me baby.” He just wants to be reassured she’s doing okay –- his face crooked against her pulse point into her throat and she does so giving a weak squish to his fingers.

“Jeez.” He bumps her chin up with his head and touches their temples together – eskimo kissing her nose and her eyelids flutter when he pecks her mouth ever so lightly.

His insides are shaking anxiously from fright and he again hugs her warmly to feel her.

“’M sorry. So sorry lovie' didn’t –-.. didn’t mean to hurt ya, swear moppet was just upset tha’ y’were being so far from me. I love you so much precious ....." He presses his wet lips to the side of her head and buries his nose in her hair -- arms tightening around her waist.

".... and I don’t think lovin' you is stupid. Thinks tha’ ‘s the only best thing I’ve ever done in me life ... could never love anyone like that.” He mumbles cradling her sweaty face into his palms and patches soft kisses all over her face.

She hiccups a whimper. Nose quivering and lip wobbling — letting him kiss her pout and fists the flimsy fabric of his hoodie in her teensy hands compared to him, “’M sorry too. Sorry f'acting childish and not talking to you about it. I’m just scared I’m getting too obsessed with the idea of us and it’ll ruin us pathetically.”

“Wait. Wait woah baby ...” He grabs her gently with shoulders and pulls her back from him, “’S tha’ why you were trying to live off all by yourself?” He asks politely a bit glum she was enduring all of that herself.

When she tries to hide her face out of timidness he hooks his thumb under her chin and highers it up, “Y/N.”

“Thinks you love me so intensely?” She sniffs nodding in agreement and he smiles sweetly.

“Then fuckin' do it silly. Why d'ya think I wouldn’t want that lovlin? I want to be so loved by my sweet baby.” He almost falls back when she slings her arms around the nape of his neck and brings him down for a cuddle.

“I love you so much my Angel.” He murmurs with his face squished into her neck and fills his lungs with her warm vanillay scent.

She rubs her cheek up and down his chest like an affectionate starved puppy then stops where his heart lays under the trap of bones and kisses it three times.

Her love language. When she isn’t able to utter something she’s always appreciating him with loving actions and at the moment she did the same to exchange the sentiment.

Three kisses to heart means, “I love you so much it aches me.” He immediately catches it and pecks her nose.

"I know bub, I know."

[baeshijima]

hi yes sO !! im broken. devastated. sobbing tears. hating MY life. 

why? bc uNUSUAL LOVE ARTEM IS NOT REAL AND ONLY EXISTS THROUGH MY SCREEN [insert !! emoji]

this card .

THIS CARD !!! has me on my knees and wishing i could spend money on games when it was out during sott :/

the moments where both of these cgs occur has me in a chokehold where i’m just a crying and sputtering mess bc words don’t exist. emotions are a lie. i don’t know what’s real anymore.

ik it’s out officially from the top-up event and stuff, but i enjoy this creator’s videos and tls (plus the audio is s-cn, which is what i use ;w;) so if u don’t have the card and would like to read/watch it, then u can use this link here ^^

i’ll be talking abt the card story & video call w/ pictures UTC so ignore for spoilers !!

"Never apologize when it's between you and I." 

okay. do u WANT me to cry again? bc i can and will and already am just going back over the transcripts gdi.

the fact this is back when they first started out as partners.... and they had to . act as husband and wife . and celestine was coaching them on how to act like a married couple . mrs. wing .

...

dhmu i’m literally in an unrequited, one-sided pining trope with them . #real

[ in context for rosa trying on jewellery for their mission with the client ]

artem: give it a try, baby.

sir. sIR. AAAAAAAA [falls to the floor and never gets up] i personally don’t like the terms “babe” or “baby” but artem using it seems so out of place that it makes me love him for it bc of the script celestine probably made them recite 😭

artem: then might as well buy them all. it's rare that they all match you so well. [artem speaks as he signals the service assistant to take out the necklaces of other colors, then asked again.] // is there a matching earring with this necklace? [artem looked at the design of the earrings and nodded slightly, then swiped his card right away.]

rosa’s thoughts: we've only been shopping for an hour, and I'm already incapable to calculate the amount that artem has swiped.

literally in tears for the nth time. artem is loaded and doesn’t hesitate to swipe his card for her 😭 he even went past what he was originally supposed to spendhfjgl <///3

his lil pout :((( when rosa told him she was going to return all the stuff he bought since it was for an act :(((( sobbing :’((((

[The sales assistants from the accessory shops are still the best to handle, the staff from the shoes and clothing areas have all put on a very "understanding" expression with the assumptions that I have gotten pregnant... The staff have all earnestly exhorted Artem and I to come back for new items 10 months later, I can't wait to disappear right away...]

THIS IS WHAT THE SALES ASSISSTANTS THOUGHT WHEN THEY RETURNED THE JEWELLERY 😭😭 I CANT WITH THIS GAME </////3

darius: the seller was worried that he'd be in trouble, then found a bottle to pour water and gave it to Luo Luo, and lodged a police report. // thank goodness... [Darius looked at Artem that has his hair and face drenched, and sighed lightly.]

i’m so.... so..... sobs. it’s the fact he jumped in front of her so that he would get hit instead, when the chances of it actually being sulfuric acid was there. i hate him sm /affectionate bc he makes me cri w/ his self-sacrificing behaviour :brokenheart:

anywho moving onto the lighter moments bc i don’t have the heart to talk abt their lil moment bc that fucking broke me into tiny shards of sophie and i don’t want to relive that experience :D

sobbing. tears are being sobbed. i’m a clown. i live in a circus day in, day out. life has no meaning when mc put on this adorable plaster on artem’s injury. gonna cry again goodbye :’D

artem: why are you at this again? we are partners, when it’s between us, there’s no need to say sorry.

SCREAMS HES SOODJFFFFFFKFSNFSDL <333

aND THE WAY HE TRIED TO COVER UP THE FACT HE BOUGHT ROSA A GIFT (the pair of earrings she really wanted to buy on her own later on) BY SAYING HE AND CELESTINE AGREED TO AS COMPENSATION FOR THE SITUATION 😭😭😭 AND WHEN CELESTINE HAD TO PLAY ALONG AFTER ROSA RAN INTO HER OUTSIDE HIS OFFICE 🤧 stop he’s so ugHJDFJLF <//3

artem: even if it’s a tiniest probability, i will not let you face danger. don’t be afraid. // me? if it were for me, i would make the same choice all over again. i’d still make the same decision.

sophie, sniffling with tears running down her cheeks: i lov u TヘT

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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[emokpopgal]

Entanglement - PART 1

Yandere! Ghost! Kyungsoo (D.O.) x Fem! Reader

Warning/s: Mention of suicide, violence, and guilt-tripping. Read at your own risk...

Part 1

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Empty. 

It's all what Kyungsoo can describe the world before him.  He weakly stands on his bathroom floors, eyes staring at his reflection in the mirror. His swollen eyes have developed bags underneath his eyelids accompanied by his build that obviously decreased in weight. He hadn't eaten properly ever since she left.  He hadn't felt alive too

. What he only feels are the turmoil of sadness, guilt, and betrayal inside him. These feelings are what weighs heavily on his chest and he had cried so much that no more tears made its way out of his eyes; it's like he has evolved to be numbed to the effects. He feels like an empty husk of his former self.  It's all my fault. He says to himself.  He felt like he was the one to blame in putting such a relationship to waste. The 10 years of memories and hardships, gone. Their marriage, forgotten. If only he had changed sooner. But he couldn't figure out why. He did give her everything— a roof over her head, his undying love, and a lavish lifestyle. What more could she want? All he wanted was for her to stay, but how could she betray him like this? She promised him that she will stay by his side for all eternity and this was evidenced by her accepting the ring at the time of his proposal. He also promised to change his ways, and he did. But she still left.  It has been a week since she abandoned him and the memory continues to play on his head like a broken record.  "I want to break up." "What...?" "I said I want to break up, Kyungsoo. I can't handle this anymore!" "Jagi," Kyungsoo he says to her. He attempts to grab her hands in which she immediately swats away.  "Is there something I did again? surely we can sort this out—" " I don't think I would want to sort this out again, Soo." "And why is that?" He questions. "I want to END this..." Y/N answers. He couldn't believe what she was saying. Is she really trying to do this now?  He thought.  "End... " He repeats, inquisitively. "A-are you serious?" Y/N, in response, just lowers her head and diverts her gaze on the floor. She's not the type to joke around on these type of situations. Her silence is enough to send him the sign that she is indeed serious on what she's saying. Anger is slowly building up to him. He can't fathom her intentions on abandoning a long term relationship and the marriage that is drawing near. "END?!" He shouts. "What is this bullshit, Y/N?! You want to END all we've been through?" He then plunges his fist into the wall, leaving light cracks on its surface. He's slowly loosing himself and is beginning to give in to the intensity of his emotions. Y/N flinches from the noise. His manner of speaking is starting to frighten her, but she promised herself that she won't back down. Even in the midst of fear, she forced open her mouth. "I-I don't care anymore, Soo! I don't want the marriage, and I...I—!!!" "YOU what Y/N?!" He threatens. "You don't wanna be with me anymore?" "Yes, Soo. And this is not—" "Oh please!" He interjects, kicking the furniture next to him. "This again?! Oh come on Y/N, you're really breaking it off when IT'S 6 MONTHS BEFORE OUR WEDDING?!" He's doing it again. Instead of reasoning out, he reverts to guilt-tripping. It's all because he's blinded by the emerging feelings inside of him and the rising fear of her leaving. He can't stop, he doesn't know how to and this is the only thing he knows on how to respond to these kind of situations. Deep inside, he wants her to take back all what she's saying. Anger is his weapon, but this time it wont affect her as much. "FUCKING YES, I AM!!!" She finally snaps, angered by his reaction and childish choice of actions.Now, she's using the same tricks as his. "Why? 'Cause you don't love me anymore? You don't LOVE me, who gave you everything for the past 10 fuckin' years?!" Yes, keep going. Tell her everything you did and throw it in her face, she is nothing without you. Let's see if she still has the guts to leave... "You really want me to answer that, Soo?" Y/N challenges him. "FINE!" Kyungsoo's eyes widens, fearing the possibilities of what she might say. "Soo, I can't love you anymore, you kept on HITTING me. And for the past 10 god-forsaken years, you still haven't learned to control your goddamn jealousy! I've endured all of this, because I LOVED you! But now I just can't take this anymore!" It's true. All of this is true. But he just simply cannot control himself, and again, he doesn't know how. And he just loves her too much to the point that he must do things in order to make her stay, even if it means that she will answer to his hands.  But he changed didn't he? He even got some help like she always asked him to do. Was that not enough for her? "B-But I've changed Y/N!" He says, with tears starting to form around his eyes. "Tell me... When's the last time? It was like, months ago remember?" She remained quiet again, this time staring at him with mixture of sadness and contempt in her expression. "...Remember?" "Soo..." She says. "After the last time, my love for you started to fade away..." It puzzles him even more. What does she mean it started to fade away? Was he living with the mirage of her loving him all this time? "What?" He says. This is now his breaking point."What do you mean...?"  "I don't love you as much anymore." She bluntly replies. "I thought I would love you again after you proposed. But I did not, especially the time you did it again..."  Reminiscing those painful memories brought tears to Y/N as well. She can remember the pain of his broken promise that he will change for the better. The pain of his fists landing to her body and his insults towards her left a mark that she definitely won't forget.  Then it hit him. The words that came from Y/N became a knife that pierced through his chest that sliced and cut his heart into a million pieces. He felt his body go numb as his tears made its way out if his eyes, trailing down his face. This can't be true — she couldn't possibly mean what she says, right? They have fought like this before and still managed to be together. Surely this will all pass and she will come back again. Or so he thought. "Y/N, y-you can't possibly m-mean that, r-right?" Kyungsoo pleads in between his sobs. "Please t-tell me you don't mean that!" "I meant what I said." Y/N hisses out. She rolls of the sleeves of her blouse, revealing her arms filled scars and cuts that came from Kyungsoo's beating.  "All of this was from you, Soo! And I think this is  alone is enough for me to end this." She covers her arms again and fixes the sleeves of her blouse. She takes an item from her purse, and brings it in front of Kyungsoo's face. The item was their engagement ring. It's silver luster and reflectious diamond stone mimic the light of the sunset rays coming from the window. "We're through." She says, then she proceeds to throw the ring across the room.  The ring bounces off of the opposite wall and falls in the red, mahogany floors of Kyungsoo's house. It's impact on the floor emits a sharp tinging sound. He didn't attempt to look at where the ring has landed off to for he was still frozen of the events happening before him. She then takes one last glance at Kyungsoo, with the sharpest gaze she could muster. "This talk is done, goodbye Doh Kyungsoo. Don't contact me ever again." Y/N turns around and walks towards the door, but before she can reach the handle, Kyungsoo reaches to her, wrapping his arms on her waist with his face resting on her shoulder. She could feel his tears dampening her shirt. Why is she feeling bad? "Please," He says, sobbing. "P-please don't leave me! I will make things right, I'm sorry! I know I can't control myself sometimes but I swear I'll work on myself! Just don't—" Y/N sees the hysteric state the he's in. She is starting to feel guilty about what she is currently doing, but it has been decided that she would leave their toxic relationship. What is the essence of lavish living if she would just constantly live under his fists everyday? It's time that she should think about her own wellbeing rather than their both. She tries pry off his hold to her, but he won't budge. He is stronger than he looks.  "Kyungsoo please..." She pleads as she squirms in his arms. "It's going to be the same again! Just let me go." He then lets go of her. It became clear to him that she no longer wants to do anything with him. He watches her make her way outside his house as she slams the door in front of him. Y/N is his whole world, and always will be. She was his savior from his own darkness, but the down side to that is, in certain times she takes all of it. The outcome of this is their frequent fights, leaves Y/N as always the loser, evidenced by the painful marks left on her skin. He did gave her everything, as he said. But...She still chose to leave Going back to reality, he stares at the object sitting at his sink. He's been contemplating of doing it, since he lost everything the day he lost her. However, he sets this plan aside for the moment, because he is yet to bring her back to him. He'll even beg in his knees if he has to. -----  SM Telecoms is the company that Y/N works for. On the foot of the building is a café, where he and Y/N would usually meet. This is where he often picks her up— he even knows her favorites from their menu.   The café's exterior was made up of windows huge enough to see it inside, which is usually filled with customers from or outside the company. This is Y/N's hang out place after her work hours. Kyungsoo's car was parked parallel to the café, granting him a clear view of the place, even when he's on the other side of the road. He patiently anticipates the time she goes to the café. After a few hours of waiting, he spots her on the building's lobby, with her peers around her, seemingly chatting about some stuff he doesn't care about. She looks so normal, as if nothing has happened to her. He makes his way outside his car and crosses the road to meet her, which in turn just ends up him standing outside the building's entrance. There he can see her better, as she and her friends enter the café on the entrance on the building's lobby.  He decides to observe them some more before barging in. Two of her female friends went to get their orders while she and a particular male friend sits on a spot together.  They are sitting in the same side and appears to be chatting. Y/N seems to be enjoying it as she laughs along with him.  She doesn't laugh like that around me... He thought. He took one step towards the entrance, then stopped again to take another glance at her. She looks so happy with them. This made him hesitant to continue on his intentions because he also thought that it would do nothing. It's pointless coming in here... I should just leave her alone. That's what she wants. It might be his excessive jealousy, but seeing her with another guy sent an overbearing amount of anger and hurt in his nerves. He can't continue on his plan anymore, for it appears that she had found someone else to lean on, therefore there is no point of him pursuing her. He confirmed it— she doesn't love him. He went back to his car, and drove away with such speed. The car ride back to his house was absolute hell -- he drove carrying the feeling of heartbreak and loneliness with small tears clouding his vision. He almost got caught for over speeding and even thought of crashing it to the traffic in front of him. He blames himself, yet he's pins all of this at her. He loves her, yet he loathes her.  Days have passed, but he still feels the same. He even sent her hundreds of messages and missed calls, to which she didn't even bother to answer. His mind is slowly succumbing into madness. He abandoned everything — his family, his work, and his life is coming next. His family and coworkers are wondering where he is, because he's not even responding to their messages. He's closed himself off to everyone.  He thinks that there is no more point in living, especially if she's not in there. The one who gave him purpose has thrown him away. Everything reminds him of her, and it's driving him insane. He wants her so bad but he can't have her anymore. All of his irrational thinking is clouding the clarity of his judgements and its spiraling him out of control. Drowning within the emotion of anger, sadness, and betrayal, he grabs the object that has been waiting for him for so long.  His handgun. He begins loading it, and switches it off to safety.  He takes one final breath, and then proceeds to point it on his head. The index finger of the hand that holds the gun brushes on its trigger, and in a split second. He fires. He brought his insanity in his grave. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Local Man commits suicide — Cause unknown; no letter found. Calling...

Mrs. Doh "Y/N! Y/N!!!" The voice calls to her in the midst of crying. "My dear Soo! *sob* H-He's gone! My S-s-soo's gone!!!" Y/N can only stare at the tv, wide eyed, with regret slowly creeping up to her. It's all my fault.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love is like wine as many would say; the longer it gets, the sweeter it tastes. But in the case of Y/n and Kyungsoo's relationship, the 'wine' in their 10 year relationship has grown moldy that it leaves a very strong, unpleasant taste. This only signifies that the love that binds them together has not been nurtured well, therefore creating a very sickening and pungent flavor. A flavor that only Y/N tastes between the two of them.  In the beginning, she thought that he was the one. Others would say that she is lucky in having him in her life— very hardworking, mature, and has a future planned ahead of him. Y/N, on the other hand, compliments him. She is known to be steadfast yet loving and soft; a kind that every man needs. If one were to only view the tip of the iceberg, their relationship would be described as a "dream" relationship.  But plunging further to its depths is where things goes in a much darker turn. Their relationship became toxic as she began to feel trapped under his spell. It's very suffocating, knowing that someone is slowly gaining control of your life.  For her sake, she decided to end it all. But where did it land her? Did she get any satisfaction from what she's done?  The sky is painted gray as countless of droplets plunge into the earth from the skies. It seems to mourn with them for the loss of their beloved Soo. People dressed in black has their tears mixed with rain as their wails adds to the sound of thunder that ravages the clouds. She stands in front of him, yet she couldn't take a look on where he's at. She's at pain too, and its because of the mixture of sorrow and guilt that she feels. She does cherish a handful of good memories with him, and she did love him nonethless. But she never expected that he would go like this. She also knows herself that she has something to do with this "Y/N," his mother calls to her. "I think this belongs to you. We found this at his house... I think you'll need this." In his mother's hand was a shiny, silver ring decorated with a big diamond gem — their engagement ring. It still shines despite the gloomy weather.  She doesn't know why, but something's compelling her to not take the ring. It radiates a certain negative force, causing her fear that screams in the back of her psyche. She's afraid of the item, because it reminds her of him. Noticing that Y/N was not taking the ring, she grabs her left hand and proceeds to insert the ring on Y/N's ring finger. "Please don't loose this," she says to her. "This is the only thing that binds you to him..." They say that emotions get left behind on certain places or items. An example of this is the feeling of happiness, or nostalgia, upon seeing an item or a place that has made a special connection to you. This is also like looking at a photo, wherein as you look into the pictured world presented before you, you either feel the sensation of joy, longing, sadness, or any emotion you think attributed to the picture.  This is the case for the ring he left for her. The memory of betrayal and anger has marked the object, thus Y/N sees this as something dreadful. These certain emotions harnesses energy emitted by the mind, thus attracts certain entities or beings beyond human comprehension. However, If these emotions are strong and lingered long enough, the entity it attracted will find it difficult to leave, because it has already made a strong connection to the emotions. What she thought she has left can never and WILL NEVER leave her at this point. The ring was still in her hand as she made her way back into her own home. Night came and enveloped her room in moderate darkness, with the moonlight shining on her. Her eyes can barely figure anything in the dark, yet it is still open. The longer she sees the ring, the more powerful the guilt grows inside of her, eating away what's left of her sanity. She is alone in her current house with no housemates or relatives to keep her company.   She closes her eyes, yet she can still see his tear-stained face, begging for her. Finally, she delves into sleep  but unbeknownst her, a pair of watchful eyes observe her in the darkness. It feeds off her strong emotions that is caused by the memories that haunts the ring. He promised to take her back, and he will. Even if he's in the afterlife. 

A/N: I finally did it! My first post!!! More coming soon though, please be patient with me. Also, I do apologize if I took too long, did a lot of last-minute changes. Feel free to DM me to help me improve my work. Criticism is accepted, just as long as you are nice about it. See you again on the next part! ^____^

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Amiya reacting to the Doctor dying on the battlefield

Abajhshshs this one sparked my angsty side 😭 I haven't written angst on here before, so I tried not to make it too awkward or lame bsjshs 🥺 I hope you like it anon!

Also, these past 2 weeks have been very important for me so I've been away from posting for a lil while 🥺 I'd like to thank everyone for being patient with me! 🌸 I have more stuff coming so I hope you'll all stick around! Thank you sm 🍡

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Loss in Repeat

Imagine format; From the perspective of the Operator

Contains: Amiya, gender neutral Doctor, mention of death and blood, unhappy ending

Word count: 1.1k

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Amiya had this sickening feeling when starting the Operation; It filled her stomach with an awful pit of dread. But that didn't make much sense, it was by no means an Operation to write home about; yes, it was going to be risky as usual, but not to the point where anyone had to worry too much. Or, that was what the initial thought was.

The Doctor had come on the mission with them, and the travel to the Operation zone was simple. The Chimera stayed near the Doctor, helping them along the way. The Operation was supposed to be clean and plain; take the Reunion out, check the area for anyone caught in the crossfire, and get out - but that wasn't how it happened.

One moment they had been nearing the Operation point, and in a blink there was Reunion on all sides, forcing them to scatter. It was all too fast, Amiya couldn't move. There was smoke, dust and noise, and the Chimera lost the Doctor in the cacophony. "Doctor!" The yelling all around swallowed her voice, and her heart was beating loudly in her ears. No, she needed to calm down and focus on everyone's safety. Operations had gone south before, and the Rhodes Island Operators were no strangers to dealing with it happening.

The Chimera took in a sharp breath, before she began shouting out orders; she had already spent too much time standing around in shock, it was time to act and push back.

The Rhodes Island team recovered quickly, albeit not as clean as Amiya would've preferred. Some of the Operators were injured and their line of defense was weak. Amiya looked over the terrain, her eyebrows knitting together, "There're so many of the Reunion soldiers, where did…where did they come from? Were they expecting us?" She mumbled out, unable to fathom the amount of enemy forces charging their way. Snapping out of it, she returned to giving out orders.

The battle was in full swing, but the Chimera felt the dread in her stomach worsen. Then she remembered - "Doctor! Has anyone seen them? Has anyone seen the Doctor?" Amiya hurried around the battlefield, eyes peeled for any sight of them. She had been so busy commanding their forces that she forgot that the Doctor had been separated from them.

No one knew where they were, and some were too preoccupied to care at that moment. But Amiya had to make sure they were safe, she had to find them. Turning to their forces, the Chimera yelled, "Suppress the Reunions' movements! I'm going to make sure the Doctor is safe!" The Operators nodded, and in a blur, Amiya was off.

The longer she spent looking, the tighter her throat felt, as if there were walls closing in on her from all sides. The area was spacious, but she couldn't help but feel claustrophobic. The Doctor couldn't have gone far, they were hiding somewhere safe in order not to get hurt, surely. That's what Amiya had told them to do if they ever got caught in a crossfire; she just hoped they had listened.

"Doctor!!" The Chimera was usually very soft spoken, though that wasn't the case this time. Her yells were frantic and loud, and her tone wavered just slightly. The thought of something happening to the Doctor made her sick; she had lost them one too many times already. If she were to lose the Doctor a second time, if she were to fail the Doctor a second time…

A scream pierced her ears, cutting through the air like an arrow. It sent a shock up her spine, and Amiya's eyes widened when she recognized the voice. A cry just as loud left her lips as she took off in the direction of the noise, "DOCTOR!!" The Doctor wasn't safe, and there was no one around to help them.

The Chimera had never moved so quickly, at least she didn't think so. She barely felt like she was moving; Amiya was floating above her own body, looking down at herself. She couldn't be too late, the Doctor was probably holding on, just waiting for her. 'I will not…I will not let anything happen to the Doctor again!!' Her movements were strong, but her core trembled with a sinking fear.

She slowed her pace, heaving with pants as she called out for the Doctor again and again - she had run so far that the swarms of the Reunion forces had thinned out, and all that was on the ground was rubble and dead bodies. It was quiet suddenly, but it didn't calm her at all.

The Doctor had to be nearby, she was sure she ran in the right direction. Amiya looked this way and that, squinting to get a better look through the dust and smoke. She narrowed her eyes on a figure slumped against a wall in the distance, and her eyes grew wide as she caught a glimpse of the Rhodes Island symbol on their coat.

"DOCTOR!!" Even though she was still out of breath, the Chimera took off toward them at the speed of light, quickly falling to her knees at their side. A small smile came to her face, "Doctor, Doctor...thank goodness you're safe, I-" Her tone went cold when her gaze trailed down toward their chest. She didn't know what it was at first, but it didn't take long for her eyes to come into focus. Embedded into the center of the Doctor's chest was a blood stained weapon, surrounded by stab wounds all caked in red.

Amiya went completely still, and all the colour left her face. Quiet; it was quiet again, but only for a moment. The Doctor wasn't moving, they were lying limply. The Chimera's hands hovered over their body, shaking uncontrollably, "No…" Her voice was small. Her chest felt like it was suffocating her and her throat wouldn't open. "No...Doctor, please…" It was only when she took their face in her hands and then clasped their own hand to her chest that she realized that their eyes were lifeless and their skin was cold.

There was no pulse. There was no breathing. There was no movement. Amiya felt her breaths quicken, and soon her vision was blurred by hot tears that soon began streaming down her face. Her hand clenched onto the Doctor's sleeve, and like she was trying to wake them up from slumber, she shook them gently while small sobs racked her body. "N-No…Doctor, I'm right here. I'm here now, I'm here…" Her words soon blended together, coming at as whimpers and shaky breaths.

Amiya held their hand tightly in her own, pressing their palm to her cheek; they were gone. She had lost them again, but this time, she couldn't place them in cryosleep and have them brought back. Failure - her chest filled with failure. She knew she could cry, and she could beg, and she could sit at their side forever trying to shake them awake, but she couldn't reverse what had happened.

She couldn't bring them back.

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Criminal | peter parker

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Imagine: just found ur blog and i am absolutely in love with it! mind writing a peter parker imagine for me? so you go to peter's school and ur one of the most popular girls in school and peter has a huge crush on you. you know that's he's spiderman but he doesn't know that you're a criminal. and peter's been chasing after you for a long time because you keep running away before he has the chance to catch you. but one night he does catch you. u can make up the rest, thank you! i love u and ur writing sm!  

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Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: thank you love <3

 Peter has had a crush on you for the longest time. He’s been extremely shy whenever you came around. Whenever you passed him in the hallway, he would always stop what he’s doing and take that opportunity to stare at you in awe. It was like whenever he saw you, he acted like it was the first time he’s seen you. And he found you absolutely beautiful. The thing was, you knew Peter’s secret, that he was Spider-man.

 You’ve never told anybody because you had a little crush on Peter as well. Although you liked someone like Peter, your level of popularity would never approve of him to be your crush. You’ve been faking a crush on one of the crudest popular people you knew, Flash. You two were apparently ‘together’ at school, but in reality, you hated Flash. He loved you though, but it wasn’t for yourself, he loved you because of your looks.

 Even though you were one of the most popular girls at school, you still had a secret up your sleeve. You were actually a criminal who steals money from banks every night. You’ve broken into houses that have no people inside and rob them clean. It’s not like you wanted to do that stuff, but it was the only way you could make money. And you’re rich right now because of the stuff you’ve stolen and sold.

 You kind of used that excuse to whenever you felt bad about stealing stuff. You used the excuse ‘’I need this’’ But it never seems to make you feel any better. Another thing was, Peter has been chasing you for your past robberies. Every time you’ve gotten away though, but he never leaves you alone. You’re always on his radar, and he keeps showing up at every crime that you've ever done.

 He’s never figured out that the criminal he’s constantly chasing after is you. And you really hoped he wouldn’t figure out soon. You always wear black and a ski mask so he couldn’t see your face. Peter was always the talking type, whenever you would get into a fight scene with him, he would talk to you, but you would never respond. The only reason why you wouldn’t respond is because you knew that he would recognize your voice in an instant.

 Currently, you robbed a bank last night and that night was the closest Peter has ever gotten to catching you. But luckily, your teammates were with you and saved your butt before he got a hold of you. But as you two fought last night, it was more physical and Peter actually threw a punch at you and socked you right in the face. It slowed you down, but your people had your back and took you away just in time. Your eye was black and purple and swollen and it was the top story at school.

 Pretty much everyone in the school was talking about your eye when you arrived. They didn’t know the real story, but you just told them that you ran into a door. Loads of people found that complete bull, others were gullible enough to actually believe it. You just needed people to like the gullible ones, and believe the story. Everyone was always crowded around you, bombarding you with so many questions.

 As you passed by the locker of Peter, he was putting his books into his locker like normal. Peter shut his locker and turned around, his eyes falling upon you. His eyes went wide as he spotted your black eye. You saw his reaction and you immediately turned away from him, covering your eye, hoping he didn’t see to much. Peter had his hand on his locker, completely frozen from the scene that he just witnessed.

‘‘Peter!’‘ ned shouted, catching peter’s attention. Ned was shuffling his way up to Peter quickly. ‘‘Did you hear?!’‘ he exclaimed, finally reaching peter. ‘‘Y/N ran into a door and got a black eye!!’‘ ned explained, gasping in the process.

‘‘She got a black eye from a door?’‘ peter asked, hoping he heard ned right.

‘‘Yeah. Everyone is talking about it! Sh—’’

‘’Her eye looked more like she got punched,’’ peter said, looking down in deep thought. ‘’It’s weird because.. I punched that criminal last night, who I know is a girl.. Wait,’’ peter shot his head up, snapping his eyes at ned. ‘’Ned. I know this might sound crazy but.. I think Y/N’s the criminal I’ve been chasing for the past few weeks.’’ peter hypothesized.

 Ned kept his eyes glued on Peter, his face expression completely baffled.

‘‘Are you sure? I doubt it.’‘ ned said, shaking his head.

‘‘But if you put it together,’‘ peter went on about how it all connected, and the longer he spoke, the more that ned caught on.

 Peter soon had Ned on board with his hypothesis and agreed. As he began to speak to him, the bell rang and they both headed to class together. Fourth period was the only period that you had with Peter and you really liked that class because you sat next to him as well. You entered the classroom with the people still surrounding you, the teacher asked you what happened and you replied the with the same story you’ve been telling people all day. You got to your seat and sat down, the people who were with you departed to their seats.

 You bent down and started to dig through your backpack, looking for your textbooks. A sudden tap came to your shoulder, causing you to sit back up and look to the side. Peter was now next to you with your textbook inside of his hand.

‘‘Umm. Thanks?’‘ you say in more of a question than an actual thank you.

‘‘Your textbook fell out of your backpack.’‘ peter explained, sliding your textbook to you.

‘‘So..’‘ peter looked down, fiddling with his thumbs. ‘‘What happened to your eye?’‘ he asks, looking over at you.

'’I ran into a door.’’ you simply replied, flickering through the pages of your textbook.

 Peter licked his lips and smacked them together, nodding. He clicked his tongue and started to tap his pencil on the desk as the bell rang. He kept sneaking glances at you as you continued to read in your textbook. There were so many thoughts running through his mind. He thought maybe you were actually telling the truth that you actually did run into a door.

 But part of him still told him that you were lying, he didn’t know what side to follow. The class was as slow as usual and when it ended, it was the end of the day. You stood up so quick, the chair flew out from underneath you. You slung your backpack strap on your shoulder and hastily made your way out the door. You had plans for another robbery this evening and it was almost time for it to start. Peter tried to catch up with you, but he got caught up in the crowd, losing you in an instant.

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 The alarm started to blast through the entire building as you broke into the building with a shot gun in your hand. Everyone in the building began to shriek in fear and fall to their knees, throwing their hands over their heads. You rushed up to the cashier and pointed your gun at the man who was already opening the cashier up. The man was shaking violently from the thought of being shot. You could see the fear in his eyes and it killed you to see him like this.

 You wanted to drop the gun and just run out, apologizing to everyone. But you kept in your mind that you needed to do this for the money. You stared at the frail old man who was getting the cash out, begging for you not to shoot him, his voice quivering. He got out the cash and started to place them in front of you, one of the men from your side came up and started to slide them into the big bag full of money. As he looked inside the bag, he shot his eyes back up to the man and raised a gun back up at him.

‘‘That’s not enough money! GET OUT MORE!!’‘ he demanded, cocking his gun.

‘‘T-That’s all that’s i-in the c-cashier!!’‘ the old man sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

‘‘Dave..’‘ you shot your eyes at him. ‘‘Don’t shoot him.’‘ you commanded.

‘‘Y/N, you know what I have to do when I don’t get my way.’‘ dave growled, leaning the gun closer to the man.

‘‘I said, DON’T!!’‘ you screamed.

 As Dave was about to pull the trigger, a web caught it and pulled the gun right out of his hand. You gasped and twirled around, seeing that Spider-man had showed up, right on time. Peter began to web all the other men to the walls and to the ceiling. Dave was the first one to get webbed. Dave demanded you to cut him loose but you just shot him a nasty glare and sprinted outside of the building.

‘‘You’re not going to get away that easily!’‘ peter shouted, running after you out the door.

 You made it out the door, looking for the getaway van, but it was nowhere in sight. When you made it around the corner, you got beat by Spider-man. He didn’t hesitate and ran towards you, a fist raised. But this time, you were quick enough to catch his fist before he actually made contact with your face this time.

‘‘Seems like you finally got your reflexes.’‘ peter said, struggling to get out of your grip.

‘‘You bet I did.’‘ you retort, twisting his arm around to his back.

 Peter’s eyes went wide as you brought his arm to his back. The pain wasn’t even there because like you predicted, he recognized your voice immediately. Peter was fast and twisted out of your move and gripped your ski-mask ripping it right off of your head. You gasped as you felt the cold air hit against your face as the mask got removed. You turned your head and looked at Peter who’s face was still hidden.

‘‘Y/N?!’‘ peter gasped, dropping your mask on the ground.

‘’Peter! I can—’‘ you slapped your hand over your mouth before you could say another word.

‘‘Wait.. How did you know who I am?’‘ he asked.

‘‘It’s um.. I uh—’’

 Peter removed his mask, revealing that his eyes were still wide. Peter was more shocked than confused.

‘‘So you’ve been the person I’ve been chasing for these past weeks?’‘ peter asked, raising an eyebrow.

 You started to shyly rub your arm, nodding to his question.

‘‘I knew it!’‘ peter exclaimed, smiling at himself.

‘‘What?’‘

‘‘Your black eye, I connected the dots.’‘ peter said, smiling.

‘’Well, you are one of the smartest guys I know.’’ you say, blushing rapidly.

 Peter blushed harder than ever as he heard you say those words.

'’Y/N, I have a question,’’ peter said, walking closer to you. ‘’Do you really like Flash?’’ peter asked.

‘‘Oh my — No!! He’s an asshole.’‘ you snort, rolling your eyes.

 Peter laughed at your response and agreed.

‘‘Plus, I’ve always hated him because he would always bully you.. And..’‘ you looked down, biting your lip. ‘‘I have a crush on you.’‘ you blush, raising your eyes up to him.

 Peter was paralyzed as you told him that you had a crush on him. He soon broke out and said that he felt the same way. Peter stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you into a kiss. His hands snake their way around to your back, pulling you closer to him, the kiss getting deeper and more heated. Your kiss soon ended as you heard the police sirens.

 You pulled away from Peter, gasping for air. You went over and picked up your mask and Peter put his mask back on. Peter put out his hand and you looked down at his hand.

‘‘I can help you,’‘ peter said, shooting a web with his other hand onto the top of a building. ‘‘Just take my hand.’‘ peter said.

 You smiled and took his hand. He wrapped his arm around your waist and your feet soon weren’t touching the ground any longer. You were now in the air, in the arms of Peter Parker, possibly your new boyfriend.

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[ariannnawinchester]

The Edge.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Ellen, Jo, Cas, Benny, Lisa, Garth, Charlie and Bobby.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Character death, descriptions of death, gory stuff, suicide, talks of a miscarriage and swearing. This is angst af. Sorry.

Summary: This is an AU. The world is ending, and the crew are the only people left, that they know off. It takes one bite from a flesh eater for a person to turn. The crew only have each other, a certain death tips the brothers over the edge and this leads to chaos and death.

A/N: This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67 (Bev)’s Milestone Challenge, Congrats! Your work is super awesome and you deserve every single follower! I chose the song ‘when the levee breaks’ by Led Zeppelin. You like let me know, because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome Tuesday!

“If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break When the levee breaks I’ll have no place to stay”

The rain continued to fall, the dark clouds hanging over your head accompanied by the roaring thunder and the white flashes of lighting reminded you that the world and the last few people left on it, were screwed royally.

You sat shot gun in the old Jeep, your hand clasped tightly with Dean’s as he stared ahead, his eyes focused on the terrain in front of him

The other vehicles trailed behind in a straight line, waiting for any signal from Dean. Tension inside was palpable, the chilled air was the only thing filling the silence. You looked up into the review mirror and noticed silent tears rolling down Jess’ face as her trembling fingers carded through Sam’s wet tangled hair that was sprawled across her lap. His eyes were shut as if he were asleep but when you looked out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he was crying too.

“Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan It’s got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well”

“It’s not anyone’s fault.” You voice cracking through the tension, “it’s no one’s fault. You hear me?” you saw Dean’s jaw clench and heard a strangled sob leave Jess’ chest.

“He’s dead. He’s fucking dead.” Dean yelled, his voice making your ears ring, “I had to put a fucking bullet in his head.” he banged his fists against the steering wheel.

His outburst shook you, you lip began to tremble and your heart thudded louder in your ears.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice thick with emotion, “I‘m sor-”

The Jeep came to a screeching halt, your head jerked forward so sharply that you nearly hit the dash. Dean whipped around to face Sam, his face red with fury, “Bobby is fucking dead and all you have to say is sorry? All you fucking have to say is sorry? This is on you, Bobby’s death is on your head.”

Sam’s voice rose in contest with Dean’s, “My fault?” He stabbed a finger at his own chest, “You were the one who put a goddamn bullet between his eyes. “ then he stabbed a finger in Dean’s face.

“Maybe if you had your head screwed on right he would have still been alive. You let him get bit, he died trying to save your sorry fucking ass. You killed him.” Dean growled, his eyes were gone dark and hard, a cold look settled in them.

“Fuck you Dean.” Sam spat, before jumping out the Jeep and slamming the door behind him.

“This fucking son of a bitch.” Dean snarled as he got out too, stomping after Sam, the wind whipping his shirt against his body, “You walk away from this family don’t you dare come back. Don’t you fucking dare.” Dean ground out.

“Like it fucking matters. Like any of this shit matters. We’re going to die anyway, ain’t that what you said fearless leader?” Sam laughed sardonically

“Don’t it make you feel bad When you’re tryin’ to find your way home You don’t know which way to go? If you’re goin’ down South They got no work to do, If you don’t know about Chicago”

Cas and Benny had gotten out of the truck, watching and waiting on the sidelines to see if things got bloody between the brothers or if they had to intervene. Cas’ eyes met yours through the back glass, fear and agony clouding the blue.

“Y/N.” Jess began, “It’s my fault that Bobby is dead. Sam was distracted because of me.”

“What do you mean?” you reached out for her hand.

“I told him I was pregnant. I’m pregnant Y/N.” Her tears falling harder making her breathing uneven as she sobbed. She settled her hand on her belly before jumping out to join Sam.

You ran your hand through your hair, a ragged breath leaving your throat. Jess’ confession didn’t shock you, you had a feeling for weeks but you didn’t want to pry. You didn’t want to unsettle things. But the truth always finds it way out.

Dean’s eyes darted to Jess, “Damn it, get back in Jeep Jess. You’re pregnant, we suspected it for weeks. You’re in no position to follow this son of a bitch anywhere. Get back inside, I won’t tell you again.” his tone left no room for argument.

“I’m done with your bullshit Dean.” Sam spat, flipping his middle finger at his brother, holding it high for everyone to see and then charged him. His balled fist smashing against Dean’s jaw.

A shocked gasp left your mouth when you saw Dean spit blood, and before you could blink his fist connected with Sam’s nose. You bolted out of the Jeep, putting yourself between them.

You slammed your palms against their heaving chests, “Stop it!” you screamed, “Just fucking stop it! You think this is what Bobby would have wanted? You turning on each other?” you glared at Dean then Sam, “Is this how you honor his fucking memory?” you spat, for the first time today you weren’t numb, you felt everything. The fury, the grief and the pain bubbling beneath your skin, “You both are supposed to lead us. They look to both of you for fucking guidance and this is what they get.” you stab your finger in the direction of the others. “Both of you trying to beat each other to death instead of helping each other survive. That poor fucking girl is pregnant. You think she needs this?“ you fling your hand towards Jess in the Jeep, We all lost Bobby. We are all dealing.”

“Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move”

You heard a agonizing wail as Ellen crumpled to the grass, her head bent as she sobbed. Jo’s eyes red from crying as she embraced her mother in her arms, trying to bring comfort that will never come.

“Ellen’s lost the love of life. Imagine the ache she must feel. The least we can fucking do is lay Bobby to rest in his old house with the good memories before everything went to shit.” Your voice broke, the tears dribbling down your cheeks, “Get in the goddamn Jeep, so we can have this funeral. So we can give Bobby what he wanted.”

You watched the fire lick at the wood and Bobby’s body wrapped in a white sheet. The wind beat against your face as you stood still, the grief making your feel nauseous. You could only blink at the pyre, you didn’t know what to say to Bobby or to make you feel better. Everyone had said wonderful things to remember and honor Bobby when Ellen had dropped the match to light the fire but you couldn’t even form words, you just stood there, clinging onto Jess. Midst of Garth’s speech, Dean had stalked off with a clenched jaw and his fist balled at his sides, like he was trying to hold himself together. You wanted to run after him, but you couldn’t even will yourself to move.

“Y/N.” Cas said your name as his arm curled around your shoulder, “You okay?”

You scoffed, turning to face him with a rigid thin smile on your face, “I’m the furthest thing from okay.” you leaned against his side, “First Charlie, now Bobby. How many people is Dean going to see die before he loses his mind? Losing our unborn child, that sent him hurtling right to the edge.” A sob raked through your body, “I’m trying to be strong. For him, for us all but I can feel the ropes slip. It hurts so much. How much longer can I hold on before everything collapses. I love him Cas, and I don’t know how to save him from himself.”

“All last night sat on the levee and moaned All last night sat on the levee and moaned Thinkin’ about my baby and my happy home”

A shrill scream alerted you and Cas, sending both of you racing to the back of the yard. The first thing you saw was a body, the head blown to smithereens and the thick black blood seeping in to the beige sand.

“It came right at Lisa.” Benny said, his chest heaving and his gun smoking, “It was snapping at her.”

Lisa was huddling in the corner, tears streaked down her cheeks and her knees up to her chest as she shivered with fright. Benny raced to her, pushing her hair out off her face and cradling her in his strong arms.

“Cas, go warn the others.” you said, closing a fist around the barrel of your gun, “And, Benny go get Lisa checked out ,we gotta get out of here.”

“How’d they find us?” Lisa whispered.

“I don’t know but we gotta go. Now. I’ll find Dean. Get to the others and warn them.” you demanded

They just stood blinking at you, they were remembering Dean’s words. They weren’t supposed to leave you alone. Not when he wasn’t around.

“But Dean sai-”

“I know what Dean said Cas.” you scolded, “But now I’m telling you to go. Tell them to get out of here.”

There were too many of them, snapping their jaws for any bit of flesh. The ammunition was running out and it was getting dark. There was no way for everyone to walk away alive.

Dean and you were back to back, the flesh eaters had you both cornered. They could smell you because you were bleeding but Dean didn’t know that, not yet.

“Dean,” you tangled your fingers with his and squeezed, “You gotta go. Save them and save yourself. You tell Sammy to take care of Jess. You take care of each other. You hear me?”

He turned to face you, confusion etched on his face, as he cupped the back of your neck roughly and brought his lips to yours, “What are you saying Y/N? It’s not too late, we’ve had worse.”

“It’s too late for me Baby.” you lifted your arm up, showing him the bloody teeth marks, “I got bit.”

“No, no-” he was panicking, tears hanging heavy in the rims of his eyes.

“I always said I’d go out guns blazing.” You grinned, blowing a kiss before you lifted your gun to your temple, “Come get me you son’s of bitches.” you let out one last whistle drawing the flesh eaters out of the shadows and to you.

Dean’s screams and Sam’s voice as he dragged him away from you was the last thing that filled your ears before everything went black.

“Going, going to Chicago… Going to Chicago… Sorry but I can’t take you… Going down… going down now… going down….”